Sketches from Life in Town and Country And some Verses: By Edward Carpenter: With Portrait |
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TO THE UNKNOWN GOD |
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TO THE UNKNOWN GOD
Out of all hours of woe,
Weary at heart,
Worn with life-orisons, lonely, apart,
Still unto Thee we go,
Thou whom we fain would know,
Cry unto Thee without end, without art.
Weary at heart,
Worn with life-orisons, lonely, apart,
Still unto Thee we go,
Thou whom we fain would know,
Cry unto Thee without end, without art.
Out of the clouds that roll
Round us, above,
Still we stretch obstinate arms for Thy love:
Loud though the tempest toll,
Love, cries the wilful soul,
Broods silver-winged o'er the waste like a dove.
Round us, above,
Still we stretch obstinate arms for Thy love:
Loud though the tempest toll,
Love, cries the wilful soul,
Broods silver-winged o'er the waste like a dove.
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